The Crusade III: Fortitude

All of the looming fears consume me
Enslaved by this dark soul-crushing spate
And there's no escape
So reach into the mirror and conquer the fear

Once a step is taken into the storm
All thy fears are mere phantoms within

Rage! Rage! Rage! O'internal flame
Consume the dark winds, melt off fearful flesh
So that boiling blood may run down
And paint war on these bones